Love Is An Illusion Karakter Novels & Stories

Did you ever felt hatred from the person you love. Did you ever hided flowing tears within yourself while acting normal infront of everyone.... The blooming of love from hatred is it possible.... The love from many hurdles will it have a happy ending.... Viranica : I love you prince Karthik : did you ever know what is meant by love playgirl like you never liable for love Viranica : didn't you ever feel love in my words Karthik : I feel only disgusted of you Viranica : my love is true for you

"Second kill," "And besides, I already love someone else, I'm sorry." "Triple kill," "Shut up! Zack!" "What? I was just voice acting mobile legends lines." "Who? That ugly fictional character?" How dare he? He called me a fictional character?! But was it pertaining at me? "Woah! Ugly fictional character? Who?" Zack sarcastically praised. "Who is that fictional character? " I murmured. "Yes." And she agreed?! How could she? She's In love with a fictional character. Is she joking? "I love Zeke. Nothing has change." Wait!she loves me? Amira still loves me!

Celus pulled away before either one fully crossed over the border, alerting Darron or any of his warriors. Salen's eyes were heavy as she tried to catch her breath with swollen lips. She smiled up at him, admiring the way his messy hair enhanced his looks. She loved the way his green eyes stood out against his pitch black hair. His strong jawline and full lips only made her grin. She couldn't believe how lucky she was to have someone like him as her mate.

“Wouldn’t it be better to have a child with a woman you actually love? And then get the chance to have a strong bond with your child?” He straightened slightly, his expression hardening. My heart slammed against my chest because I didn’t know if he was angry. “Love is nothing but an illusion,” he said flatly. I rolled my eyes before I could stop myself. “One I’m not willing to indulge in,” he added. “Love is not an illusion,” I argued, feeling an odd sense of responsibility to challenge his cynical mindset. “Yes, it is,” he countered. “Not just an illusion, but also a weakness. I don’t believe in any of it.”

We’d talk late into the night, sipping bourbon by the fireplace, like two men trying to understand life before it ended. One night, after a few too many drinks, I asked him, “You ever been in love?” He smiled like he’d seen a ghost. “I think I have.” I laughed. “Good. Don’t lose it. Ever. I lost mine. And I’ve never recovered.” He leaned closer, genuinely curious. “What happened?” I stared into the fire. “She was. everything. Wild and soft. Brave and complicated. We made vows, blood ones.” My voice cracked. “I let her go because I was a coward in a world built on control. But I never stopped dreaming about her. Every damn night. I see her eyes.”

Find out where she enjoys being caressed and kissed. His obsession with her was difficult to describe. He didn't live as a practicing monk or anything. He was never short of collaborators. The sex was enjoyable. But he understood that having sex with Anika would never be enough. It would be luxurious and delectable. A man would sell his soul for such an experience. She was really a lovely lady. Petite and perfectly suited to him. She'd be beautiful against him, her head nestled beneath his chin. Her eyes were her most captivating feature. A distinctive tint of blue.

He laughed at this. Her forehead had creases as she tried understanding what was funny in this. "I like doing things which are not good for me" "Why? Don't you love yourself?" He sobered listening to her words. Mischief vanished in thin air as reality settled in. "You learn not to when no one loves you back. Love is just an illusion...a bloody mirage which looks real from distance. But when you go closer you realise it was just your fuck** up mind and nothing else"

ISLA All I can do was too heaved a deep sigh after our conversation. Slowly, I can already understand him. I have a hunch that he already fell in love but someone broke his heart into pieces which makes him like this. Someone makes him a monster. And I honestly, admire that someone, because Zero loves her so much. Zero won’t be like that if he doesn’t love that person. At the same time, I can also feel madness towards that someone. She’s lucky to have Zero, knowing that Zero is sweet and caring. Zero was born with his Greek god-like looks and it’s normal to gain popularity.

"In the end, they are all the same. When the time comes and you need him the most, he'll abandon you," she whispered. "You seem to be talking from experience." I locked my gaze at her as my voice came out strong. She gritted her teeth at me. "Love is just an illusion. The sooner you realise it, the earlier you wake up from the lies," she said instead. "Just because your love life might have gone down badly doesn't mean that mine will go that way too. Nathan and I love each other!" I spat. "He's my mate!"

I asked, knowing exactly what he meant. “You know exactly what I’m talking about, Michael,” Jayden said, stepping closer. “You like her, don’t you? Don’t play dumb. You like her, right?” He baffled me. “Nonsense,” I replied. “You know I don’t believe in that stuff. You know who I am—the son of the man I am. Things like that don’t exist in our world. You should know that too, Jay. Besides, love is an illusion. Total scum.” A part of me wanted to agree.